Swing Spring - Miles Davis

Swing Swing Swing Gettin' high, layin' low again I wonder how ya been, how ya been, how ya been Swing Swing Swing Lose my mind every now and then Thinkin' how we could've been, could've been Since I took off ya it's only been turbulent Seat belt sign turned on like it's permanent I get choked up when I'm in the old neighbourhood I got a lot of coulda, woulda Bouncing in the overhead Since we last spoke I wonder, ya I wonder Do you think about me? Cuz when the dam broke, you see me all choked I know ya, ya gotta leave, leave, leave Swing Swing Swing Gеttin' high, layin' low again I wonder how ya been, how ya been, how ya been Swing Swing Swing Lose my mind evеry now and then Thinkin' how we could've been, could've been You turned off my light It's darkness inside Now I sleep alone A lonely king-size Swing Swing Swing Gettin' high, layin' low again A long winter learnin' how to be alone again Working all night, play calling every audible 80-hour weeks, hearing sirens at the hospital You sat me down, said we need to take the temperature I just wanna know is it the message or the messenger? Since we last spoke, I wonder, ya I wonder How do you feel about me? So you count the votes and I'll get the quotes So we know how it's gonna be, be, be Swing Swing Swing Gettin' high, layin' low again I wonder how ya been, how ya been, how ya been Swing Swing Swing Lose my mind every now and then Thinkin' how it could've been, could've been You turned off my light It's darkness inside Now I sleep alone A lonely king-size Swing Swing Swing Gettin' high, layin' low again A long winter learnin' how to be alone again If this is how it's gotta be Like The Beatles Let It Be So you wanted to be free So here's your chance to see now

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto